Sunday Solemn

Good Sunday morning, Stroock's Books faithful. 

We shelled out many quid on various projects yesterday. But the car is fixed, the interior hallway is painted and the other thing is resolved. Lots of quid though. So that's how we're doing this morning. How are you? 

Oh look, a minor gout attack. Yay. We may still try to get to the gym this morning [Stubborn bastard-Ed]

As predicted, solitude is bringing out the worst in us. 

The New York Post reports that former baseball great Rickey Henderson died of pneumonia yesterday. There's really no explaining to younger fans just how good Henderson was. Henderson is usually described as the greatest leadoff hitter of all time. And he certainly was. The man could hit his way on base or take a walk. Henderson was the best base stealer ever, but also a great hitter with some power. Go to his Baseball Reference page and one will see plenty of black type in the first half of his career. Rickey, as he came to be called, was a bit of an oddity and well travelled as a result. RIP, Rickey, you were the best baseball player between Mantle and Griffey. 

In other, and more positive sports news, Mrs. Stroock's Nittany Lions took care of business against SMU. 

The Steelers were once again exposed by a good team, this time the hated Ravens.

We see the Houthis and Iranians have somehow adapted missiles to evade Israeli interceptors. Never forget the enemy gets a vote and never underestimate the enemy. That being said the Houthi missile adaptation feels like the wonder weapons introduced by the Germans at the end of World War Two. It comes a little late. Exit question: what are the unknown unknowns?*

We don't got no good ideas for this week. 

*An Iranian submarine, packed with explosives, sailed into Haifa and blown up.